A Path to Death, Mother's Entanglement!

"Ye Qiu, I really don't know what gives you the nerve to question Teacher's theory. Is it just your own self-importance?"

"You're truly arrogant and ignorant to the extreme."

Tang San's raised hand slowly clenched into a fist, and his Blue Silver Grass contracted along with it.

"So be it!"

"Perhaps we'll never see each other again after this. Today, I'll give you a lesson and show you just how powerful the Soul Skill Teacher tailored for me really is."

As his words fell,

the first Yellow Soul Ring beneath Tang San's feet suddenly lit up.

His Blue Silver Grass swelled in an instant.

Compared with Ye Qiu's little blades of grass, which were a normal shade of blue, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was greener—not the vibrant green of thriving life, but a dark, sinister green.

Moreover,

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was several times tougher and stronger than Ye Qiu's!

Whoosh!

Ye Qiu acted almost at the same time as Tang San. The moment Tang San's Soul Ring lit up, he directed his Blue Silver Grass to coil around him, intending to wrap himself in it for protection.

Unfortunately, in the next second,

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass lashed Ye Qiu's aside like a venomous snake, swiftly slithering onto his bed and reaching his body.

Faced with an absolute difference in level,

Ye Qiu was almost instantly bound tight by Tang San's own mother.

"Urgh!"

Ye Qiu let out a muffled groan.

He felt his internal organs being squeezed, and breathing became difficult. The neurotoxin that the Mandala Snake Soul Ring had bestowed upon Tang San's Blue Silver Grass also began to take effect.

Ye Qiu's body went numb, stiffening on the bed.

"Heh~ How does it feel?"

"How could a mediocrity like you possibly understand Teacher's theory?"

Tang San held his fist clenched as he looked at Ye Qiu, who was wrapped up tight in Blue Silver Grass. His face was full of smugness, with a look of feigned instruction.

However,

Ye Qiu said nothing, merely staring coldly at him.

Over those six years,

Tang San had always spouted benevolence and morality, but in reality, he had hurt Ye Qiu even more than Xiao Wu had, and all of it had been physical attacks that landed.

If his Soul Ring didn't still need time to condense,

why would he have to go through this?

"Hm?"

Tang San suddenly frowned.

The way Ye Qiu looked at him made him very uncomfortable, as though thorns were pricking his back.

Tang San instinctively put his hand on his waist.

It seemed... Ye Qiu wasn't as weak as he had imagined.

[The third rule of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record: Once you have determined that your opponent is an enemy, as long as they have a path to death, show no mercy. Otherwise, you will only add to your own troubles!]

"..."

Ye Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Of course he knew what Tang San kept in his Storage Soul Tool!

That punk had most likely taken a malicious turn!

"Tang San."

Before Tang San could act, Ye Qiu spoke first, appealing to his interests.

He knew...

Tang San occasionally liked to make a little wager.

"How about we make a bet?"

Ye Qiu let Tang San's mother remain wrapped around him, his expression composed once more.

"A bet?"

Tang San stared blankly at Ye Qiu. His hand, which had already reached the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist, slowly dropped as he asked in puzzlement:

"What do you want to bet on?"

"It's simple. I bet that within the next six months, I'll stand before you and defeat you with my own hands!"

Ye Qiu spoke calmly.

"What?"

Unsure whether he had heard correctly, Tang San looked at Ye Qiu with a strange expression.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course!"

Without a change in expression, Ye Qiu nodded solemnly.

"Don't tell me you don't dare?"

"Haha~ Why wouldn't I dare?"

Tang San couldn't help laughing.

All killing intent vanished from his heart. He thought Ye Qiu was just desperately trying to save face.

A jumping clown like that posed no threat at all.

Unable to suppress his amusement, Tang San reminded him, "It's just... are you sure you want to bet with me?"

"Perhaps you don't quite understand how strong I am now. Xiao Wu and I are already level twenty-nine Soul Grandmasters, while you don't even have a single Soul Ring. I shouldn't need to say any more about the gap between us, should I?"

"Of course I want to bet."

Ye Qiu was unmoved by Tang San's hypocritical reminder. He had absolute confidence in himself, and he stared at Tang San as he said seriously:

"A gentleman's word cannot be caught by a team of four horses!"

"Heh~ Fine, but what do you have to wager against me? You don't seem to have anything worth putting up as a stake, do you?"

As soon as Tang San asked, a trace of mockery rose in his heart.

"How could I not?!"

Ye Qiu retorted, his expression as if it were only natural.

"When you bet with me, it's not about what you want. It's about what I have!"

"Oh?"

Tang San looked at Ye Qiu in some surprise.

"Then let's hear it."

Ye Qiu said confidently, "When we meet again within six months, if I defeat you, I want the Soul Tool at your waist. If I lose, my life is yours!"

"Well? Do you dare accept?"

Ye Qiu looked at Tang San and asked calmly.

"You don't need to goad me. Do you really think I'd be afraid of a bet like that?"

Tang San shook his head in amusement and pursed his lips.

"I accept!"

"I hope you won't go back on your word when the time comes and make me wait half a year for nothing. I'll be waiting for you at Shrek Advanced Soul Master Academy in Suotuo City!"

"It's a deal!"

As Ye Qiu's words fell, the Blue Silver Grass around him slowly withdrew.

"Heh~"

Tang San turned around carelessly, unwilling to waste any more words on a fool like Ye Qiu. But he had taken only two steps toward the door of Dorm Seven when he turned back to look at Ye Qiu, who sat cross-legged on his bed. His eyes narrowed slightly in warning.

"Although we're about to go our separate ways, there's something I have to warn you about... You'd better not have any improper thoughts about Xiao Wu. You can't even think about it."

"???"

Ye Qiu looked at Tang San in confusion. He and Xiao Wu didn't seem to have any friendship at all.

Tang San looked coldly at Ye Qiu, a purple light flickering in his eyes, and explained calmly, "You can't hide it from my eyes. Sometimes the way you look at Xiao Wu makes me very uncomfortable... I'm warning you, don't harbor any improper thoughts about Xiao Wu!"

"Oh?"

Ye Qiu's eyebrows rose slightly. He was surprised, but also amused.

Was that why Tang San had started targeting him?

How interesting!

That would make his revenge interesting!

Ye Qiu felt playful at heart, but couldn't help smiling on the surface.

"Don't tell me you like her?"

"?!"

Tang San's heart skipped a beat at those words, and he instinctively denied it outright.

"She's just my little sister."

"Heh~ I understand. I understand completely."

Ye Qiu chuckled and nodded.

Tang San's reaction only made Ye Qiu look forward to the appearance of his contracted beast even more...

That would surely be interesting!

Tang San knitted his brows and snorted coldly. "I hope you know what's good for you. Otherwise, I'll never let you off!"

With that,

Tang San looked away and strode out through the door of Dorm Seven.

When the afternoon sun shone down on him,

Tang San was immediately a little dazed again... He couldn't help glancing back at Dorm Seven.

Had he gone mad too?

Was he really going to compete with the likes of Ye Qiu?

Ye Qiu wasn't even a Soul Master. What could he possibly use to win in six months?

At the thought,

Tang San didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had no need to pay Ye Qiu any attention at all; the other man was nothing but a jumping clown.

His warning had been unnecessary too.

Ye Qiu didn't even qualify to appear before Xiao Wu again.

Tang San shook his head

and hurried toward the academy gates to catch up with Xiao Wu.